Category: Tolkien-Universe
Rating: M
Couples: Rog/Egalmoth/Maeglin
Warnings: AU, blood, character death
Chapter: 11
Copyright: Characters & places © By Tolkien Estate, Plot & OC´s © by me
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Maeglin was forced to wait several hours - and several rounds - before the other two Lords withdrew back inside (or at least a different part of the garden) and he could sneak off.
He'd been frozen after his first attempt, which had apparently been conspicuous enough that Rog had been alerted.
He was not telling the other about the door any time soon, unwilling to risk that dots would be connected in ways he'd die from mortification from. Perhaps in a year orso, he'd 'stumble' across the darn thing and bring it up. Or perhaps the fact that both mansions were being lived in would spark Penlod's memory of the darn thing, and the Lord of both the House of the Pillar and the House of the Tower of Snow would bring it up. That'd be an acceptable alternative.
The son of Aredhel scurried back into his house, then up several floors to his bedroom. While he'd stopped watching as soon as he realized that the screams he'd rushed towards had not been a fight, there had been no escaping the noises.
He buried himself in the soft linens, curling up on the soft mattress. That had been a... thing, he supposed.
Taking a deep breath, he shuddered faintly. There had never been any judgement on elves of the same gender marrying, but he was not quite sure that the way those two had been going about it was the correct way.
And yet... Egalmoth was no weakling and far from incapable, he'd seen enough of the Lord of the Heavenly Arch during spars to know as much, and though Rog might win between them in a melee-battle on account of sheer strength alone, he'd have not won that easily as he had a few hours ago. Unless Egalmoth had let him, putting up a mere token of resistance, to yield after the mere hint of a fight.
Which then raised some more questions... he was not thinking about right now. He could now figure out what the others had been joking about, because yes, there was no walking away from that without any marks, he'd heard Egalmoth complain about several...
He buried his head in the pillows, scented with lavender, and then looked at the open door to the balcony that connected this suite with the office beside it on the outside of the building.
Padding over to it, when he looked to the mansion beside his - he could understand Penlod and his brother putting their bedrooms facing one another, but really minded that right now - he could just make out the candlelight through a small gap in the curtains. At least they had pulled those, in deference to him, though he could not blame them for their fun in the gardens. The sounds would likely not have reached him had he not passed the sharing-wall.
He sighed, looking down into the garden, particularly the corner that held the small forest that had hidden the door. He was not going there either for the next few months.
Returning inside, he closed his own curtains, using the little light pouring past it to find his way around the room. One upside to having grown up in Nan Elmoth; even for elves, his nightvision was exceptional.